Fractured Mind

Chapter 28

Adrenaline pulsed through his system.

He stared down at Peter's unconscious body.

What had he done!?

"DAMMIT, PETER!" Harry yelled as he attempted to get him to breathe again. He brought his ear down to Peter's face to hear for something, anything, but there was nothing.

"BREATHE, DAMMIT!" he went back to chest compressions, his left hand slippery with Peter's blood. "Please, please, wake up!" he sobbed.

I killed him. I killed my best friend.

He put his bloodied hands in his pockets, trying to find anything that could help, anything at all. There was nothing except his bloody knife.

"Fuck!" Harry yelled, pulling at his hair.

The door to the room burst open and Felicia walked through, slamming the door shut behind her.

"What the hell is going on in here? I could hear yelling from—" her eyes opened wide at Peter on the ground, "Harry, what did you do??"

"It- the goblin- I don't know!" he stuttered, "I stabbed him, I broke- he's dying! He might be dead- what do I do!?" he yelled at her.

Felicia kneeled down next to Peter, avoiding the blood pooling around him. She picked up his wrist and pressed her fingers against it, waiting several moments.

"Oh God, Oh God..." Harry whispered to himself.

"He still has a pulse, but it's faint," she got up to her feet, "but you're right, he's dying. He won't be able to heal fast enough in this condition, he's losing too much blood."

"So what do I do!? I'm fucking panicking here! He can't die, Felicia, I won't let him."

She sighed loudly, "well, we need to bring him to Oscorp. There won't be really anyone there right now at this time. Problem is, with Doc Ock and Eddie out there, I'm not too sure they'll let him leave."

"Max! Max is here. Max might help me," Harry said suddenly.

She raised an eyebrow at him, "he seemed annoyed at you when you explained everything to him a couple days ago."

Harry threw his hands up in the air, "okay, well he has to understand. He just has to."

"Let me borrow your glider. I can get to your house, pick up some things, and I'll be back in like ten minutes."

"What do we need that's at my house!?"

Felicia smiled, "I'm sure a few of your more hazardous orbs could come in handy at a time like this."

Harry quickly nodded his head, "yeah, yeah you're right. Come right back Felicia, I mean it," he said seriously, "If you're not back here in ten minutes I'll get him out of here myself."

"And get both of yourselves killed," she winked and dashed out of the room.

Harry sat down next to Peter, not sure what to do with himself. In the silence of the room, he could make out the slow raspy breaths that Peter would take every now and then. They sounded painful, even though he was currently unconscious.

"Hold on, man," Harry said, "I'm sorry about everything. I'm sorry I did this to you," his voice caught in his throat.

He wondered how on earth they were going to make it out of here. Peter obviously couldn't fight with them, and Felicia had no powers or anything of her own. It was up to Max in the end. He would make or break them tonight.

"I'm going to do whatever I can to get you out of here. I don't care if you're determined to die, Pete. You're my best friend and I promised Mary Jane I would watch out for you."